Garden Of Thoughts

A seed is sown

into my garden

of thoughts.

“Good luck”

blooms a flower

of colors galore

red and yellow and many more

“Stupid” is a weed

entangling my imagination

and creativity

making a pretty plant

die

“You rock”

Is an herb

a big, smelly herb

one I want with my dinner

It makes the whole enchilada

a treat

a magical fritter

“Weirdo” is flower

but like a dandelion

a weed nonetheless

at first it looks like “nice”

so big and jolly and pretty

then it spreads

deeper and deeper

overtaking my “good luck”

and “you rock”

where it still spreads

deeper and deeper

into my garden of thoughts.

This poem won an award at Apex Town Meeting, 2nd place! Yay! This was a 'Tuesday Prompt'.